Kinda like the joke my late daddy used to tell: A guy with a wood eye goes into a bar and orders a drink. After a fashion, he looks down the bar and sees a fairly attractive girl sitting there, nursing a drink, but she has a pronounced cleft palate. He screws up his courage, walks down, and asks, "Excuse me, I noticed you were alone. Would you like to dance?" She brightens up and says, "Would I?
Would I?" He barks back in anger, "Hare lip! Hare lip!"
